Natalie Yacobson - Tamlane – Prisoner of the Queen of the Fairies – 2. Release

Переводчик Natalie Lilienthal

© Natalie Yacobson, 2022

© Natalie Lilienthal, перевод, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-5551-6 (т. 2)

ISBN 978-5-0056-5552-3

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

The dagger with the emeralds was the only means of self-defense Janet had. It might not be enough if a pack of wolves or any monsters surrounded her.

The woods grew quite dark, but the glowing fruit in her hands was a substitute for a lantern. At least it was of some use.

When the moon rose in the sky, its light too was suddenly very bright, though pale. It fell upon the thicket of roses, and it became visible that all the flowers, both scarlet and white, had women’s faces.

Pretty faces were hiding in the thickness of the petals. The prickly shoots of the roses began to move like crawling snakes. They intertwined with each other, like hands in an embrace, then separated, grew, and suddenly… Janet looked and could not believe her eyes. Instead of roses, she saw before her a crowd of beautiful girls in white and scarlet dresses. They gathered around her like ghosts. Could it be that these were all the same girls Tamlane had bewitched?

In the moonlight they were themselves again. A host of ghostly figures surrounded the astonished Janet. She looked around them in amazement. They were pretty. Could it be that Tamlane kissed each one in the moments before they died.

«It is his favorite!» One of the girls held out her pale hands with shimmering skin to Janet’s face. The girl recoiled. She liked these beauties much better as pink fences, though even then they could do harm. But now their outfits didn’t have roots in the ground; they could get off and move toward her. All dressed either in white or scarlet, though the outfits all had different styles. You can guess a lot by the style of clothing. For example, what country the person is from. Judging by the dresses, there were both inhabitants of Rodolit and those who came from far lands or even from across the sea. And all were seduced and ruined by the wood elf. Why did they only enter the reserved forest?

«Not everyone is given to choose their destiny like you,» remarked one, «they can also read minds!»

«And not everyone knew the forest was reserved,» added another.

«What do you want?» Janet was frightened. What if they all jumped on her and hurt her. They were jealous. You could feel it in the tone of their voices, rustling like leaves. They were all in love with Tamlane. And he was in love with Janet.

The girl knew that the beauties wanted to strangle her. Eloise, hiding in the hem of her dress, for some reason did not become a girl again, but also did not hurry to protect her with her thorns.

«Free us,» said one of the rose-girls, the prettiest one. «Or take us to Corund, where we will claw our thorns into the body of the fairies’ queen and strangle her to death. We will drink her blood.»

«And then? Then what happens to you. You’re all already dead. Without the enchantments of the fairies’ kingdom, you’d just wither and fall to dust,» said Janet.

«The magic in Corund won’t die even if the queen dies. But we could pretend to be human again, not just for the night. It would be much more comfortable.»

«For even in human form we now retain thorns,» said a pleasant voice behind Janet. She turned around and noticed that the white rose had disappeared from her dress, and instead there was a lady in a gorgeous white outfit, with blond hair and a gold hoop on her forehead, standing on the grass.

«Eloise!» Janet did not immediately recognize her. She had simply never seen the rose-lady in human form before. But now she looked and was amazed. Eloise turned out to be a dazzling beauty. And Tamlane had the stamina not to fall at her feet. Instead, he turned her into a rose instead of going crazy with love and trying to run away with her from the fairies’ kingdom.

Janet noticed that the beauty had thorns growing from the skin of her hands, the same thorns that replaced her finger nails. You could stab to death with thorns like that.

«It’s a clever idea, taking us all to Corund, we could tear the queen apart. She’s the one who tells her knight to turn seduced maidens into helpless flowers. She should pay us for it.»

Janet disagreed with the definition of helpless, but prudently remained silent. The beauties looked too embittered and dangerous, and the thorns on their fingers were too sharp.

«How could I carry all the roses to Corund. There are so many roses.»

«And there will be more,» Eloise said sadly. – She tells Tamlane to bewitch everyone, so as not to miss the one chosen girl who, according to the prophecy, will enter this thicket and who is destined to overthrow the queen of the fairies to take her place.»

«And where is to find such a girl?» Janet wondered.

«Tamlane thinks Rainbow has already found her. But you don’t exactly seem the type to dethrone Medea Shai.

Medea Shai! The name filled the mind with gloom. Janet was uncomfortable to hear it. She fumbled for the star wreath on the grass beside her. It slipped off her head. Maybe she should put it back on and become invisible to the rose beauties.

«If I am the chosen one, I promise to do everything I can to overthrow her,» she murmured, turning to the ghostly ladies. Janet was ready to say anything as long as they wouldn’t touch her. The beauties looked at her with great distrust.

«Don’t let us down,» Eloise sighed. – We don’t want to be roses forever.

They probably thought it was better to be corpses. After all, if Tamlane hadn’t turned them into roses, they would be corpses now. Magic is magic. It can do anything. They would simply never be allowed to leave the country again, lest they turn to dust, which, in fact, they would have been had it not been for magic.

The rose-girls didn’t touch Janet, didn’t prick her with their thorns. They seemed to have hoped for her, however fragile that hope might have been.

They wandered around her all night and whispered. Their voices sounded like the rustling of leaves. Janet dozed off, and when she awoke, it was morning. The roses were just roses again. They were fragrant, white and scarlet in a fringe of green leaves. The hedge, in the center of which an archway formed, seemed part of a fairies’ garden. Janet stood up and walked over to the roses, touching them with her hands.

«It’s not true, you couldn’t be alive…»

As if in response, their thorns stabbed so hard into her palms that the girl cried out. Eloise, clinging to her hem, hissed unhappily, too.

Blood came out of her palms. Janet wondered if she should burn the entire rose hedge of such willful flowers. But just at that moment Tamlane pulled up. His hair gleamed gold in the morning sunlight. It would be the color of ripe rye by day, amber later, and red at sunset. And only late at night would he be a brunette. The amazing thing is not the magic that changes the color of his hair and eyes depending on the time of day, but that all these shades go equally with his beautiful face. Even if he became white-haired like the bloodhound elves, it wouldn’t diminish his beauty one bit. Janet’s heart sank habitually at the sight of him.

Tamlane dismounted and walked under the arch of roses, crossing the border of the magical realm. Today he looked pale, tired, and worried about something.

Janet didn’t tell him she’d been here all night so he wouldn’t worry. She just pressed her lips to his in a long kiss. His lips felt as cold as water in a forest spring, but they were sweet. How sweet the kisses of an elf are! Janet could hardly tear herself away from his lips. If only it had been possible, she would never have left his embrace in her life. But Tamlane was not free. The fairies’ kingdom held him captive. He had no control over himself or his time. And what could be done to make it different? Janet racked her brain and could think of nothing.